Ok, this one ive had in my head from the beginning. It got too long and i hate long chapters, also i kind of ran out of time. anyway, ill write the rest later as another chapter. its going to get smutty up in here :) ps. those who comment awesome
chapter 6 - tenderness
Draco and Hermione spent the next few days together awaiting the beginning of the new term. Together they studied the new texts in the library, both surprised by the others intellegence. During the afternoons Hermione would watch Draco fly around the quidditch pitch, and at night they would lay out on the grounds and watch the starts, enjoying the last few days of summer. They talking about war, they talked about the death eaters, they talking about Dracos past and Hermiones future. They would talk about 'the night' as they begin to call the night fate brought them together in its cruel and twisted way.
The days flew by and Dracos heart and mind collided as his feelings for her grew. He came to learn so much about her. Her insecurities, her fears, her dreams. He told her his worries, his weaknesses, and he talked about his childhood with her. She smiled while he spoke, she seemed to honestly care about him as a person.
The last day of their summer was fastly approaching. He wanted to make it special, he wanted to show his gratitude. One the last day they went to the library in the morning like they had been and when she left, saying she was going to write a letter to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley he took the opportunity to gather his plan. He ran to his room and grabbed a comforter off his bed. Then he went to the kitchens and backed a picnic of sweets, then he went to the greenhouses and picked a bouquet of yellow cottenblossoms, which were said to magically seal the bonds of friendship. He then headed to the hill, out of sight from the castle, where they had laid out the past few nights to gaze at the starts. He set up his picnic and then went to meet her at the pitch, where hopefully he would fly off some of his nerves.
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She watched him fly and felt her heart skip. Her world she was accustomed too had flipped upside down. Her thoughts on hate, love, forgiveness and understanding all seemed to change. It started off slowly but without other people, classes, or any responsibilities to destract them, they had become close friends. Hermione enjoyed the peace she felt with him. When she started to feel sad, instead of fighting it she would go to him and he would listen and comfort her. Sometimes they would sit for hours in silence, just being there was support enough. She watched him make a drastic turn over the field. His face was shiney with sweat, and his strong features moved seductivly under his clothing while he flew. She felt her heart beating as she watched, her face became a subtle shade of pink.
When he was done flying they walked to the spot to watch the sunset and the stars like they had done so many nights before. She watched him walk, so carefree, unlike she had seen him in all their past years, but she also knew he was worried about the next day. He was scared of how his fellow slytharins would take him. She didnt blame him, she was also worried about how her friends would take her relationship with Draco.
They rounded the bend that led to "their spot" as she began to call it in her head. Her eyes popped open when she saw the picnic and blanket spread out on the ground. She looked up to see Dracos red face looking away, like nothing was unusual. She smiled and grabbed his hand, grabbing his attention in the process. "Thank you" she smiled. He smiled back and led her to the blanket, not letting go of her hand. "You did this for me?" she asked, knowing the answer but wanting him to take credit for being so kind.
"Yea, its nothing really, i just thought it would be nice to be comfortable since we come out here all the time." Draco tried to sound casual, but the sweat on his brow and the red in his cheeks told otherwise. "Ya know...this is probably the last time we can really do this...together."
Hermione winced inwardly, but knew he was probably right. Even though their friendship was growing, she knew not many would accept him with such open arms and they would probably be ridiculed for being as close as they were. She didnt care what people thought but knew it was going to be her responsibility to make sure peace and order was kept. She sighed defeat, realizing this just may be the last time they could do this.
They sat and talked, well into the night. Hermiones heart was beating so fast. She had never felt so close to someone before. They had spent a week side by side, enjoying only each others company, her mind was swirling with doubts, but her heart kept pounding. Her eyes were getting droupy but she didnt want to leave his side, she wanted to enjoy every minuite of the time they had left, tommorrow was another day, yesterday was behind them, instead they were in some sort of limbo inbetween where all time seemed to melt away and so long as they both stayed awake they could avoid the inevitable. She gazed at his face, and something inside her clicked. She slowly inched her way twords him. She could feel his body heat. He noticed, "Cold?" he asked, but she could tell he was nervous, she could here the skip in his voice. She barreled twords him anyway, any insecurities she had seemed small when she was with him. Any doubt or fear had vanished and was replaced with courage. She entwined her fingers with his, reached up with her free hand and pulled his face to hers.
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Draco was beyond overjoyed to have her kissing him. He had longed to kiss her properly since she punched him in the nose. She was warm against the cool night air and it felt right to be with her. He didnt care about her blood, or her friends, or any other obsticle that stood in their way, he wanted to be with her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. She was smart and funny, and she cared about him more than anyone he had ever known. Her skin felt smooth against his, and her hands were so small and fragile. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it was going to breakdown and stop at any time. His mouth felt like gold as he kissed the woman he has come to know so well. He felt like he was a king, he felt on top of the world.
He smiled and kissed her more, together they kissed and cuddled until they fell asleep under the stars. Both felt like champions in a game that had brought them down their whole lives. They felt like they had found something they had searched for their whole lives.